Danika
I staggered into my chamber, barely holding back the wince that threatened to escape my lips.
It's been three days and I still feel so much pain. Was all these necessary to prove a point? If Ryker didn't think of betraying me by picking that lowlife over me, I wouldn't be here again. I just needed to be far away from him and plan very well on how to make him have a taste of being betrayed.
My body ached with each step, the bruises and cuts I had inflicted upon myself burning with a raw sting. I had done this to avoid suspicion, to ensure no one questioned where I had been since the attack on the night of Xander's coronation. It was necessary, but it did not make it hurt any less.
She collapsed onto my bed near the window, my breaths coming in slow, measured inhales as I pressed
